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James H. Dixon Family in Manard, Idaho

Family History
Author: Mark
Friday, June 10, 2016
3:40 pm

JimSarah

During a recent visit to our home, my uncle Dick Dixon introduced me to a fascinating book, “History of Manard – The Pioneer Town That Used To Be,” compiled by Clifton R. Dixon, my father’s late cousin.  This book provides interesting details about a small farming community in Camas County, Idaho, where my father was born.

The book is no longer in print, so Uncle Dick allowed me to scan the book.  The scanned .pdf file is available for download on this blog site.

I extracted from the book a short article, written by Uncle Dick, “The James H. Dixon Family in Manard, Idaho,” that provides a overview of the Dixon family and the farm where they lived from 1916 to 1933. 

It was wonderful to read about the great family that established such a great heritage for me.

The photo is of Grandpa and Grandma, James Henry Dixon and Sarah Elizabeth Hurd Dixon when they were married in 1904.

 

39 Years! And we are just beginning!

Blessings, Family History, Jesus Christ, Throw Back Thursday
Author: Mark
Thursday, August 6, 2015
9:14 am

Thirty nine years ago today, Claudia and I were married for time and all eternity in the Salt Lake Temple of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints  As we have grown into the covenants we made that day, more fully appreciating the commitments we made to each other and to God, our love has grown and deepened.  Our resolve to follow the Savior and lead our family into his presence has grown stronger.  Our appreciation for the Atonement of the Savior Jesus Christ who made this all possible has expanded and become more precious to us.

We look forward to the rest of our earthy life and the eternities beyond full of wonder and awe, with a calm assurance that we are sealed together, on earth and in heaven, as husband and wife, forever.  I love you, Claudia!

Claudia and Mark at the Salt Lake Temple

Cutting our wedding cake

 

Sarah Ann Green Hurd – Angel of Mercy

Family History
Author: Mark
Saturday, June 13, 2015
5:54 am

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Last Sunday afternoon, I was looking through some old family histories I had posted to FamilySearch.org.  For the first time, I really read the history of Sara Ann Green Hurdmy great grandmother and wife of Mark Hurd, for whom I was named. Sarah and Mark were parents of my grandmother, Sarah Elizabeth Hurd Dixon.

Note: Several links to content on FamilySearch.org are included in this post.  Access requires a user account, which is a available free of charge.
 
The whole life story is available here  but I’ll share three excerpts that were particularly interesting to me:
 
First, she grew up in American Fork, Utah  where our family lived 111 years later. Five our children were born when we lived there!
 
On the 13th of February, 1867, at Richfield, Utahthe Green home was made happy by the birth of a baby girl whom they named Sarah. A year later the Indians drove the people from Richfield and the Greens moved to American Fork, Utah, where they lived for fourteen years. At the early date of 1868 American Fork was being pioneered and the Green Family shared with the others the hardships the early settlers must endure.
 
Second, Sarah must have been a lot like my wife Claudia, who always thinks of others’ welfare before her own, except Claudia hasn’t had to help deliver babies in log houses.
 
As Florence Nightingale was known to the soldiers as the “Lady with the Lamp”, so is Sarah Hurd known to the people of early Star Valley as “An Angel of Mercy.” A friend in need. Never once did she fail those who sought her help. Many a woman has felt she could face the ordeal of motherhood with more ease and confidence because she was there. She was a good nurse, cheerful, and comforting to the sick. She aided practically all of the early doctors in the valley. More than one hundred mothers were grateful for her assistance and their newly born child received the tenderest care. For sixty years she has been a friend, nurse, savior, and comforter to the people of Star Valley.
 
Third, and most touching to me, was a parenthetical comment related to the death of Sarah’s husband, Mark Hurd, in 1936, during the Great Depression.  At the time, the Hurds lived in Star Valley, Wyoming. My Dad and his parents lived in Gooding, Idaho, 275 miles away. I had never heard this story before reading this history of Grandma Hurd last Sunday.
 
(Ken Dixon [my Dad], a son of Sarah Elizabeth and James H. Dixonwas twelve years old at the time. They lived in Gooding, Idaho, and he had been saving for a long time so he could buy a bicycle. He had $27.00 saved, which was nearly enough to buy that bicycle he wanted so much. That money was all the money in the house, and he gave it to his parents so they could attend the funeral of his grandfather in Star Valley.)
 
My family has a great heritage.  Thank you, Grandma Hurd, for being a shining part of that heritage.
 

Why Music on this Blog?

Family History, Path of Discipleship
Author: Mark
Friday, April 24, 2015
4:11 am

Music

Why am I sharing the music I wrote on this blog (like this and this) , “My Path of Discipleship?”

Two reasons:

First, the “Things of my Soul” I share on this blog include tidbits drawn from my personal and family history. These “vignettes” of my life are bits and pieces of my personal pathway of Christian discipleship.

Second, music is an integral part of my life.  I favor religious instrumentals and solo/small group vocals plus old time country. And a bit of classical mixed in. Why that diversity?  

Heber J. Grant  and Hank Williams are my musical heroes. 

Heber J. Grant (7th president of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) couldn’t sing very well (like me), so he practiced and practiced and practiced until he became the “strongest singer in the church.” Not the best, mind you, but the strongest.

Hank Williams (the legendary country singer/songwriter) may have been been somewhat at the opposite end of the spiritual spectrum from President Grant, although he did favor us with the great “Praise the Lord, I saw the Light.” Plus, he built an entire career on three guitar chords (which is all I can play).

In the early days of the Church, Joseph Smith’s wife Emma was directed by the Lord to compile a collection of sacred hymns, which would become the first hymnbook of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. We’re come a long way from that original hymnbook.  The current edition is even on line!

The 25th section of the Doctrine and Covenants, through which Emma received her divine instruction, includes these words from Christ:

For my soul delighteth in the song of the heart; yea, the song of the righteous is a prayer unto me, and it shall be answered with a blessing upon their heads. (D&C 25:12)

I like that.  It is comforting to know that when I sing a hymn of praise to Christ, I am praying to him, for comfort, solace, direction and forgiveness.  I have felt his Spirit draw near me many, many times through music.

To close this post, I share a video from The Lower Lights, a favorite group that offer unique renditions of sacred hymns with a country flair. This song is available on the album, A Hymn Revival.

 

 

Baby Buggy Boogie Woogie Ryan James

Family History, Music, Throw Back Thursday
Author: Mark
Thursday, April 23, 2015
5:53 pm

Baby Buggie Boogie Woogie

Back in the late 1980’s I wrote a little song for each of our five children (Holly hadn’t yet graced our lives). These little ditties aren’t going to win any poetry contests, nor draw any radio time, but it is fun to read over them once in a while.  In my head, I sort of know the tune I set to each song, but sorry, I don’t plan to share my singing with you!

Tomorrow, Claudia and I are going to fly to Sacramento to visit our son Ryan and his wife, Nichole.  It has been quite a while since we saw them last. So today, on Throw Back Thursday, I’ll share Ryan’s song, “Baby Buggy Boogie Woogie, Ryan James! – which I wrote when he was less than a year old.

 

Baby-buggy Boogie Woogie, Ryan James
By:  Mark G. Dixon, September 26, 1989

Well, you sit on the floor and you crawl around.
You almost stand and walk the town.
You jump up and down as the music plays.
It’s a baby-buggy boogie woogie Ryan James.

   Chorus (repeat after each verse)

   Ryan James, Ryan James,
   It’s a baby-buggy boogie woogie Ryan James

You sit in the buggy and look about
You really want to jump and shout
And drive your Mom and Dad insane.
It’s a baby-buggy boogie woogie Ryan James.

We love your grin and dimple in your cheek
But we sometimes wish you’d sleep all week,
In the middle of the night when you must be changed.
It’s a baby-buggy boogie woogie Ryan James.

You roll around with the kids awhile.
Then you pull some hair and it turns wild. 
We sit and cringe when you play those games 
It’s a baby-buggy boogie woogie Ryan James.

You’d really like to eat real food.
For the Gerber’s stuff you have no mood.
You smear the ice cream on your face.
It’s a baby buggy boogie woogie Ryan James.

Well, it only seems like a month or two 
Since old Bull Richards delivered you. 
Had a hard time picking out your name! 
It’s a baby-buggy boogie woogie Ryan James.

But, it’s hard to remember the time before 
You cute little guy came in our door. 
You’re helping us make this a happy place. 
It’s a baby-buggy boogie woogie Ryan James.

We’re really glad you live with us
Even though you make a big fuss.
We’re a better family since you came,
It’s a baby-buggy boogie woogie Ryan James.

Ryan James, Ryan James,
Baby-buggy boogie boogie Ryan James!

 

Disciple of Christ: Marion Mitchell Dent

Disciple of Christ, Family History
Author: Mark
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
9:01 pm

Every day I walk by our desk in the upstairs hallway, and often notice this photo atop a collection of treasures from Claudia’s ancestors that I have promised to scan and post on FamilySearch.org. Tonight I stopped, reminisced a bit and felt overwhelming gratitude for this man, Claudia’s father, whom I love and respect deeply. Consistent, dedicated service was the hallmark of his life. Something like 36 years as an accountant for Mountain Fuel Supply Company, 45 years as a financial clerk in his ward – serving with nine different bishops, 25 years as a board member for Utah First Credit Union and 15 years as an ordinance worker in the Salt Lake Temple. I might be off on the numbers a little bit, but you get the idea! Oh, that we all could be so stalwart!

Marion Mitchell Dent

Mitch, thank you for all that you have done and continue to do for our family. I look forward with eager anticipation to the day when we will meet again!

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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